But it felt so good, it was hard to want it to be over! Yet she was so eager to feel a cock finally press into her, to take her pesky virginity away.
It reminded her that she didn’t have any condoms, and birth control hadn’t been something she’d wanted to ask her dad for. Though with him between her legs, eating her sweet, virginal pussy, it felt ridiculous that she’d been too shy to ask about protection.
“Daddy!” she gasped, her back arching as her manicured fingers grasped the blanket tightly in her fist.
He growled into her pussy, clenching her ass cheeks in his strong fingers as he rocked his head and devoured her cunt. Those soft, slick folds lashed and lavished by his tongue as he tasted her sweet honey until at last…
Unable to take any more he rose up, licking her wetness from around his mouth as he plunged his massive, hard cock right down into her narrow little cunny. That thick, meaty girth splitting her narrow canal open wide as he let loose such a loud groan of ecstasy. “Oh baby,” he groaned out in such a fit of uncontrollable lust, “daddy needs you so bad!”
She screamed, maybe more out of anticipation that it would hurt rather than true pain. But still, it was only how turned on she was, how much he’d licked her and gotten her wet, that he was able to assault her so quickly with that massive organ.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, feeling him pressed so deep within her virginal cunny, and it throbbed with both need and pain.
Having such a large, virile man as her father inside her for the first time was no small feat. He made her pink little quim tender with his thick girth stretching it so wide around him. It clenched and squeezed his length so tightly and made him moaned uncontrollably.
“God dammit baby… you’re so tight,” he grunted out as he clutched her thighs and lifted them up as he began to pump his hips, sliding that throbbing shaft of his in and out of her narrow little slit again and again.
She was lost to a haze of sensations, her waxed pussy so receptive to his every touch, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She didn’t hold back her moans, her whimpers, and quickly enough, more screams. Her voice was quickly going raw as she kept screaming for her daddy to fuck her.
It only urged him on to rut into her faster, harder, the smack of his balls against her ass mixing with the sound of his groin striking against her wet cleft. His low grunts and ecstatic groans filled the voids of her cries as he rode atop his daughter with such a fiery need.
“Fuck baby,” he panted, his upper body tense, making his muscles bulge from his biceps down to his abs. “You feel better than any other woman.” His eyes locked downwards despite their need to roll back in pleasure, glued to the sight of her heavy tits jiggling and swaying.
He’d raised her since she was a little girl, and now his cock pummeled into her as she screamed out, “Daddy!” It was so forbidden, but the entire room stank of their taboo coupling.
Her hands grabbed his head, her fingers running through his raven hair as she watched him stare at his own daughter’s tits.
His hard body was coated in a thin sheen of perspiration as he pounded her virginal pussy, and she could feel the tell-tale throbs of his manhood as he approached his own threshold. His eyes at last rolling into his head, forced to look away from the glorious sight of those massive tits.
“Fuck baby… daddy’s gonna cum,” he grunted out, clutching one thigh in his hand as he supported himself on one thick, strong arm, his thrusts growing so erratic as the pleasure overtook him.
She wanted to say no, to warn him that she wasn’t on the pill, but it was too late and something stilled her tongue. She knew how wrong it was, but he was her daddy. How could she say no to him as he pounded into her so deep, bruising her delicate quim as he shuddered above her?
His spine arched and his mouth hung open as he let loose such a noisy groan of satisfaction. His dick twitched wildly as his balls tightened, and he disgorged his thick load into his daughter. Endless streams of virile, creamy seed spewed into her depths, filling her fertile young cunny as her father unleashed all he had with such reckless abandon.
Never once did he think to ask her if it was okay to cum in her, never did he even offer to grab a condom. He was so beyond reasoning with his lust for her, none of that occurred to him as he seeded her loins atop his bed.
Her daddy’s bed.
She held him through it, her own mind hazy with lust and happiness, her body relaxing as he found his pleasure in her. It was surprising to her that his pleasure, more than her own orgasms, was what eased and softened her body and calmed her mind.
He lowered himself down atop her, his chest heaving as he kissed at her face. Tasted her lips in his post-coital bliss.
Men, she thought, so easily regretted their choices in women or moved on after they had their fill, but her daddy…
He kissed her, wrapped his thick arms around her and held her to him tightly. “I love you baby,” he murmured into her ear in a weary, husky voice, still so laden with desire for her. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
She curled into him, nuzzling his face, her nose lightly brushing against his. It was her first time, and she was so glad she waited for her daddy.
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Sibling Love In Public
By Saffron Daughter
I saw the tall, dark, and outrageously handsome young man. He was walking, looking for me. “Jacob!” I called, waving my hand at my step-brother.
He turned and saw me, and his face lit up into a grin. He was always happy to see me, and I was always happy to see him. I was his younger step-sister. I was the adopted one, but he had always loved me like a true sister. He had always cared for me, been there for me, and in the end, we had turned out to be super compatible.
We were best friends. We did everything together. Saw movies, went to the arcade. He even went shopping with me, though he didn’t ever buy much. He was great. Every girl in college (oh, we also went ot the same college) wanted him, and yet he never seemed to date anyone.
I bit my lip as he walked toward me. It was already six in the evening, and the sun was starting to go down. I had called him here to the park because I needed to talk with him, and we needed to do it in a quiet place outside of home.
Realizing that I was fidgeting, I stilled my busy hands. “Get a grip,” I told myself. But despite trying to calm myself, despite telling myself that this had to be done, I was still nervous as hell. My heart was hammering in my chest. It was warm, and I knew I was sweating, partly because of the temperature, and partly because I was anxious.
“What’s up?” he asked. He stood in front of the bench I was sitting on so that I was level with his crotch. I gulped.
“Sit, yeah?” I looked up at him. He was well proportioned, had a fantastic and lean body. No matter what kind of t-shirt or top he wore, it always looked good on him, and his jeans fit just right, like he was constantly modeling them.
“Everything okay?” he asked, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving me a light squeeze. I resisted the temptation to rest my head on his shoulder, to almost expect him to kiss the top of my head.
I had asked him here because I was going to admit my true feelings for him. It was wrong. If anybody ever found out, I would be shamed. This was not done in society. I didn’t even want to think about how my parents would react if they ever found out!
But this moment had been building up for so long. It had been lying in wait for so long, getting bigger, more urgent, more imminent. I had to tell him. Otherwise I felt like I could go insane.
“Jacob,” I said, and I looked at him. He looked worried, bless him.
“Yes?”
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Actually, it’s something I need to tell you.”
He looked at me then, oddly, as though he knew. He pulled his arm from behind me, and I felt my heart sink.
Fuck, I thought to myself. But I still had to do it. But the crush of rejection was tough, and I was already
beginning to feel it.
“Um, it’s sort of difficult to say,” I said. I fingered my fingers, and then pushed my hands in between my knees. “Um, where do I start?”
He seemed to have frozen, looking at me, a look of utter horror on his face. It wasn’t making it any easier, and disappointment and unhappiness were starting to well inside me. If things continued going this badly, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crying. And I didn’t want him to see that.
The breeze around us blew lightly, and a few leaves rustled on the cement path. “I’m just going to come out and say it,” I said, and I looked at him, deciding that I wasn’t going to draw it out.
“No, wait,” he said, and he put up a hand. I breathed a sigh of relief. Though I wanted to say it, I was also so scared to. “I think I know what this is about.”
“You do?” I asked. I swallowed. He could tell? I had thought I had been hiding it pretty well.
“Listen, Ashley,” he said, his words hesitant.
“Oh, no,” I whispered.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?”
“It’s fine.” I tried to blink away the wetness in my eyes.
“I just can’t help my feelings,” he said.
I blanched. “What?”
“I thought I was hiding it well,” he continued. And then he looked at me, his eyes searching my own. “I’m sorry, Ashley. Whatever it was that tipped you off, I’m sorry I was being inappropriate. The truth is, I’ve got some things to figure out, and I just don’t known if-”
“Wait,” I said, putting up a hand. “What are you talking about?” But inside me my hoops were starting to swell, balloon even.
“Um,” he said, breaking eye contact and looking down at the ground. “I have feelings for you that I know I shouldn’t.”
I couldn’t believe it. I laughed, and he stared at me, evidently confused by my reaction.
“Jacob!” I said, and I slapped his thigh. “I called you here to tell you that I had feelings for you.”
“What?” he murmured, before our eyes met and we started laughing together. This was unreal.
The laughter stopped soon, though, and a kind of blanket of awkwardness settled over us.
“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “Um, what kind of feelings?”
“I like you,” I said, and I sighed as I said it, relieved. “Inappropriately, I guess. I guess you could say it was taboo.”
“Me, too.”
“And, um, I’m attracted to you.”
He smiled at me, guiltily. “Me, too.”
A bit of silence wedged itself in between us, and I looked away, down at my feet.
“It’s wrong, isn’t it?” he said after a while.
“I think so,” I said, nodding and biting my lip. “What should we do?”
“I don’t know,” he said. He looked at me then, something new in his eyes. “But I do know that I want you.”
I looked back at him, my heart still pounding, and feeling really happy that he had said that. “I want you, too,” I said.
And I looked away again, and we sat together quietly for a while, watching the day wind down, and the stars start to pop out in the sky.
Eventually I leaned my head against his shoulder, and it was like a damn had been opened. He put his arm around me, kissed the top of my head, and then got up, guiding me to my feet.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go for a walk.”
And so we walked, went deep into the park until we found our own little quiet corner. And that was when he asked me.
“Can I kiss you?”
“People don’t really ask that, Jacob,” I said, looking away for a moment. “You’re supposed to just go for it!”
“Can I go for it?”
“I dunno,” I said, biting my lip. “Can you?” I swung my arms around me lightly, feeling very slightly nervous. It was strange. We’d just been talking about how we wanted to do this, how this was okay, and yet that flutter of excitement was so poignant within me.
“Sure?” he asked, grinning at me. He looked really good when he smiled. But behind the parted lips and slightly imperfect teeth was a smoldering desire. It was like a dark cloud in his irises, turbulent, wanting.
He leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. As our lips made contact, it was as if sparks shot out from between us, up and down, left and right, engulfing us in an illumination of sudden and urgent passion.
It was like the match head inside me had been scraped across tarmac, and was now bursting into incredible blue flame.
We rapidly mashed our mouths against one another, tongues doing their dance of exploration, feeling the other’s warm and wet muscle.
His urgency overcame me, his need to explore my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. He got so close to me it was as though he wanted to breathe in my breath, suck me into him. It was a wanting I’d never experienced before.
We embraced tightly as we kissed, and the feeling of our bodies pressed together sent my heart racing. The feeling of his growing erection prodding into my belly made me feel as if I was about to explode.
We maneuvered our way toward a bench, using the dim twilight luminescence to guide us, still kissing ferociously, never once letting our lips break contact.
I wanted to melt in his arms, to let him hold me and kiss me and do whatever he wanted with me. I wanted to be totally and completely his. I wanted him to own me.
I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. Our whole conversation, the thumping in my chest, the nerves in my stomach. It had all been so intense, and I never could have expected that the outcome would be this. Lip-locked, with more in store.
And, God he was a good kisser, too!
A sigh escaped my lips, and I could feel myself getting wet, the moisture pressing back against me through my underwear.
We sat down on the bench, kissing and touching each other. Jacob’s hands roamed up and down my body, squeezing my breasts, feeling my waist and hips, rubbing the insides of my thighs. His hands wanted every bit of me, every curve of my body, every line, every freckle, mole, and bump of bone and pinch of flesh.
He pressed a hand up under my skirt, and I felt the pressure of his fingers against me through my underwear. He began rubbing me, just gently, at my pearl, and I could feel my panties growing damper and damper.
“Jacob,” I moaned into his ear, before taking his earlobe into my mouth and nibbling on it lightly. “Don’t you think we’re moving a bit too fast?”
“Are we?” he said, breaking our kiss immediately and sitting upright. It was as if he had been suddenly struck by lightning, and his face was contorted into something worried and terrified. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “It’s just I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t help myself.”
“No, babe,” I said softly, cooing him. “I don’t really know why I said it. I suppose I wanted to know what you were thinking. Touch me again.” Jacob looked at me, and I took his hand and guided it slowly back up my skirt. I pulled him in close to me. “Make me come?”
He looked at me, a glint in his eye. “Here?” he asked, pulling back to look at me. A devilish grin flicked at his face and he looked around hurriedly. I did as well, and there was nobody around. It was already nearly dark, and my watch told me it was after seven in the evening.
“Nobody will come by this part of the park,” I said, pressing my hand against his face and turning it back to look at me.
“And if they do?”
“Well then… we can cross that bridge when we get there.”
I shrugged my shoulders and we stared at each other for a moment before we both started giggling. I didn’t know why I was doing it. There was something about being out in the warm summer evening that was setting my lusts ablaze. I felt reckless, and wanted to throw all sense of caution or modesty to the wind.
This would be a day for firsts. My first time with my gorgeous step-brother, and my first time doing anything naughty in public. I found that the thought of it was w
inding me up, like a spring being coiled too tightly. It wanted to be set free, to burst out of me, and I had an inkling that I would probably go all the way tonight.
Jacob nodded, and leaned forward, kissing me again, before lifting off the bench. I guided him with my hands, and he slowly got down on his knees before me, wriggling my panties down my legs from beneath my skirt, slowly removing them over each of my feet. I lifted my legs up, putting my feet on the seat of the bench, spreading my legs open for him. It seemed outrageous! Something so daring, so impulsive. We were simply talking just minutes ago, spilling our secrets, and fighting off the sense of shame that we felt, because what we wanted, who we wanted, was wrong, taboo.
And now, here I was spreading my legs for him, revealing myself to him, my most intimate, personal place. He pulled up my skirt, lifting it over my knees, and devoured my freshly bared sex with his eyes.
“Ashley,” he groaned, his voice full of appreciation. “Fucking hell you look sexy.”
I swooned at the compliment, and bit my lip playfully. “Let me know how I taste,” I said, and for a moment couldn’t really believe I had said it. It was something so cheesy, so slutty; something that just wasn’t me. But I had said it. What was going on with me?
In one swift motion, he pressed forward with his tongue, and swabbed at my outer lips. It drove me wild. His touch was electric, jolting, shocking. He teased me, pressing his tongue into the dip between my thigh and outer labia, suddenly stealing across my folds to the dip on the other side. I felt my lips drag in one direction, and then the other. The poignant and fleeting feeling of pleasure made me crave for more.
He stole back across my folds and I writhed and wriggled in my chair. His powerful hands came up and clamped on my thighs, forcing my legs apart, splaying me, spreading me. The veins on his arms had sprung to life under the force, and they coiled around his muscular forearms, snaking over his muscle fibers, like the serpentine blue bulges on a rigid, rock-hard cock.
“God,” I hissed, voice hoarse and raspy, as he ran his tongue back across my folds again, teasing me, sparking within me a frenzied hunger, a seemingly insatiable lust. He played with my lips, his tongue barely touching me, each time his warm, wet muscle impacting on my warm, wet womanhood sending me shivering in pleasure.
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